Thank you so much for your kind words dear Eliza 💜 We have grit boxes on the corner to get grit for the narrow lanes and pavements and gritters who drive through the wider streets, releasing grit as they go. I’d never heard of ‘sander’ before, thank you for teaching me a new word too! 🙂💖 xxx

Thank you Dwight, the word ‘grit’ evolved from the old English ‘greot’ (which was used to describe sand, dust or gravel), which in turn evolved from the Germanic ‘greutan’ (crushed rock), the old Frisian ‘gret’ and old Norse ‘grjot’ (rock, stone). The grit we use here today comprises of crushed rock salt and gravel. It’s possible ashes were used here in the olden days too! 🙂

Thank you so much for your kind words dear Dwight 🙂 In a general sense the final line relates to the difference between work and play and every reader can attach their own meaning to this. For the original inhabitants of the Fishertown life was often tough and at the mercy of wind and sea. Men, women and children all worked hard. Especially for the working children, life was very different when they could play 🙂

I like the variety of visuals you give us here, each holding more to wonder and imagine. The last stanza reminds me of Newfoundland where we visited last year. Many tiny fishing villages along the ocean that have dwindled in population over time.

I’m afraid I’ve got around to reading a little bit late, Xenia. So glad I checked back as your Rubaiyat is delightful and I love the pictures. Is that where you live? So beautiful in the snow and I imagine in all other kinds of weather. I especially love the stanza about the fisher folk. xx

Thank you so much for your kind words dear Kim and yes, this is where we stay. These were originally fishermen’s cottages and some of their descendants still live here. It’s been lovely to hear their stories and in the Winter months especially, it feels like stepping back in time 🙂💖 xxx